Chapter 33

Celia

Even after Grace insisted a dozen times to take me to my room and I replied a million times that I did not want to rest, Grace did not leave me alone.

She kept repeating she had orders from the prince to let me rest so she hovered beside me like an insistent fly until I gave up.

Not that I had the mental condition or energy to put up a fight with her.

So, I let her slowly guide me to my room, half-walking, half-leaning on her. My knees were still trembling and no matter how many times she wiped off my sweat, a thin coat would reappear on my forehead.

I was too worked up and not being allowed to go near the prince made me cranky like a four year old.

My hand went to the locket again and I touched it, reassuring myself that in a way, he was around me.

I mentally said sorry to him though a little part of me was angry at him for bringing out the worst of my nightmares.

It had taken me ages to forget it and yet it now danced on the edge of my vision, taunting me, scraping at the old